Doom Knight System

Seeing that bloodthirsty smile, everyone took a few steps back in fear. There was an example in front of them, and no one dared to say another word.

People who can stay in the Knight Academy have a sense of arrogance. If it doesn't offend Lancelot, he doesn't care, but it's so hard to die, the kicking knight turned his target on him.

Perhaps Lancelot was the only one in the crowd who wore simple clothes and seemed to be the youngest, except for the three words "no background" written on his face.

It is the nature of human beings to bully the weak and fear the strong. The knight may not have imagined that he would kick the iron plate one day. After all, in his mind, this place is at best an ant like a trainee knight.

"Crack!" A hand rested on Lancelot's shoulder.

"You rubbish, are you deaf? Get out now, don't let me do it!" the knight said viciously.

He himself was very unsatisfactory in the Knight Academy, and the greatest pleasure was to show off his prestige when the school started. Even if something happened, the academy would take care of it, and by the way, he could satisfy his perverted vanity.

Lancelot didn't seem to hear, squinting his eyes, standing there quietly as if admiring the scenery.

"Three, two, one! You bastard, go to hell!" The knight was furious, shouted loudly, and punched with his right hand. If it was an ordinary apprentice knight, he might have been killed directly, but it was beyond his expectation. What's more, his fist was firmly grasped.

The knight's expression changed, his feet stepped on the ground suddenly, he retracted his right hand and put on a fighting style, and said coldly: "Innate supernatural power? Huh, I want you to know that this is not a place where you can be presumptuous."

boom!The fist roared out in the air, passing an afterimage, at an astonishingly fast speed, countless airflows scattered from the fist, and vaguely condensed into the appearance of a white wolf. This should be the skill attached to his Knight Armor Noble Phantasm .

"Be careful!" The knight commander shouted with an ominous premonition in his heart, but in the blink of an eye, he heard a loud bang. He didn't see what happened at all, and the knight who shot fell down. It flew out and stopped after hitting a distance of more than ten meters.

"Hawk, how are you?" The knight standing beside him gave Lancelot a terrified look, then ran quickly to his companion, squatting on the ground to help him.

Knight Hawk had a ferocious face, and the murderous look in his eyes was almost solidified. He pushed his companion away with both hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move, don't move, the lumbar spine is broken! Call Lord Deyue, and call the pastor for me! "

Djokovic was the knight commander, and his brows were tightening at the moment. Although the beating just now was in the blink of an eye, he saw it very clearly, knowing that the handsome young man in front of him had the real strength of a knight commander, and immediately cursed inwardly.

The teacher who brought Lancelot came over timidly, took the list, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Trash! You can't do this little thing well, get out!" Djokovic scolded, then came to Lancelot, and then said: "You have the strength of a knight commander, why do you deliberately hurt people?"

Regardless of whether his subordinates made a mistake or not, first put a hat on Lancelow's head.

Lancelot smiled slightly and said, "The strong are respected! No matter what my status is, at least he should respect people who are higher than him. This is the rule!"

The teachers nearby were sullen, and drove the prospective students who were watching to another nearby spare square, leaving it to Djokovic and other examiners.

More than a dozen knights surrounded Lancelot in a tacit understanding, holding the weapon with their right hands.

And Djokovic was speechless by Lancelow's words. After all, Lancelow's words were not wrong. If he didn't punish Hawke today, then some knights would offend him in the future. What would he use to maintain his dignity and status?
But he was really unwilling to let Lancelot go like this, so he said coldly: "The strong are respected, that's what I just said! But the dignity of the Knight Academy must be maintained." A sharp breath.

"My lord, avenge me, I want him to be cut into pieces!" Knight Hawk said wishfully, not understanding the conversation between the two at all.

"I'll give you an explanation, but you also have to pay for it." Djokovic Knight Commander said slowly, his tone quite peaceful.

boom!The kick was as fast as lightning, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The legs of Knight Hawk lying on the ground were directly kicked off, Bai Sensen's broken bones pierced the skin, and blood sprayed everywhere.

"Interesting, very decisive behavior!" Lancelot's eyes flickered slightly. He noticed a strange fluctuation of mental power from the knight commander in front of him. There should be a very strong treasure on his body. Intermediate treasure.

Several other people carried away Hawk, who was only breathing.

"Be careful, I only have one knife." Knight Commander Deyo said coldly, suddenly opened his right hand, and a sharp short knife came out of the cuff, and fell into the palm of his hand exactly.

In an instant, a bright moon-like knife light flashed out. Accompanied by a fierce murderous aura, it turned into a pure white semi-circular knife light and attacked Lancelot. The whole space seemed to be air-conditioned, and the temperature suddenly dropped. decline.

There are very few knights with swords, let alone short swords.

The cold air hit his face, Lancelot nodded, and said approvingly: "Good sword skills!"

When the icy and piercing blade light was about to touch his neck, he raised the red rose with his left hand and handed it forward.

The sharp spear disappeared in a flash, and the speed was astonishingly fast. After the magic-breaking attribute was activated, it directly broke the magic power of the protective treasure on Djokovic.

Between the lightning and the flint, the knight commander Djokovic instinctively felt an unprecedented threat, and the chill that gushed out of his heart almost instantly froze his body, and he couldn't control his body.

If he didn't accept the move, he might die together with Lancelow, which was not what he wanted.

"Damn it! Cunning boy." Djokovic stepped back a few steps, then took a deep breath, and said, "Very clever trick, I'll let you off this time, and I'm going to the graduation exam soon, I'll see how you pass!" The threat was obvious.

"Don't worry, I'll pass." Lancelot smiled contemptuously.

Now he is not afraid of these guys from the Knight Academy at all. Although they are all very strong, their long-term teaching work has made them lose their will to fight.

The strength of a knight is not only reflected in the Noble Phantasm, but the most important thing is the heart.In Lancelow's view, the so-called Knight Academy is nothing more than that.